Hey ya'll! Miss me! :D! I hope so. Lol. Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've had the worst case of writers block. But now I'm back. :D! Lol, I've got sooo many stories to post, jesus help me. . Anyway~. I don't own Eragon, or the characters, etc~~! BUT! I do own. Amai, Eragon's little sister. :D! Yay CX. Anyway. ON WITH THE INFO. By the way. THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE A SERIES. o3 o. This is the first in the series of Dragons Heart.

BTW! The story starts out in Carvahall, where Eragon is doing a "inspection." Oh and btw, Brom is hotter ;D! LOL

Auhor: Scarlet de Rivera

Rating: M for language, violence, and other reasons. e.e

Title: Dragons Heart: Shur'tugal

Summary: Eragon is female. And she is an orphan, raised by the king himself. Dark, insane, and twisted, Eragon has found what Galbatorix is truly like. And she plans to kill him, no matter what the means. Join Eragon on her join through love, death, and insanity. EragonXMurtagh. Rated M. Eragon is Eragona, but Eragon for short.

Beta: Have none. PM me if you would like to be my beta! .3.

Couples: BromXEragon, RoranXEragon, MurtaghXEragon, GalbatorixXEragon, etc...

On with the story, no? ;). Enjoy~!

Brom POV:

The dew clung to the grassy hills of Carvahall, and the town itself was full of movement, and laughter, and some yelling here and there. The tall, wooden structures that many called home. The tall stature of one certain story teller could be seen leaning against the local tavern.

Leathers boots were strapped up to his knees, and a simple yet nicely fitting pair of tanned cotton trousers clung to the male's thighs. A brown belt held the pants up, and kept a tucked in, dark blue shirt in. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing some of the muscled arms beneath. The strong, broad shoulders, had clasps that kept an obsidian cape up, with a hood laying limply on the man's back, but they also kept the shirt up, and the shirt hugged the torso of the male wearing it, the chiseled chest was broad, yet very attractive, even if one didn't look at the face. The man's face was chiseled, and the chin was full of slight stubble, and the broad cheekbones were almost aristocratic. A large, yet not overly, of course, nose was placed in the middle of the face itself as well, and the bushy eyebrows shadowed the most amazing feature of the male. Deep, doe-like eyes were placed in the sockets, that held such knowledge, it frightened most. Short, yet thick lashes brought them out. Dark brown locks fell to his shoulders, with streaks of grey showing through the deep locks. All bringing out the eyes, the other features totally ignored compared to the brown hues. The eyes themselves, though they weren't straying over the townspeople like most thought they would. No, they were stationed on the lithe form of a beautiful young woman.

The female's waist length, dirty blonde hair sparkled in the light, and was held in slight waves. Some strands, however, framed the girl's face. Aristocratic cheekbones, and bow-shaped dusty rose lips were just other attractive features the woman had. Her deep, emerald hues sparkled with childlike curiousity, and were framed by thick, luscious lashes that were somewhat lidded, contrasting greatly with her porcelain skin. A button nose adorned the girl's face as well, giving her heart shaped face some more innate beauty, but was dusted over with freckles, with artist-like delicacy. Her torso was adorned by an crimson tank-top like shirt, that covered just enough skin, but was tied in the back, revealing the flat abdomen, and her chest was well enough developed, not too much, though. Her long, almost endless-appearing legs were adorned by a pair of leather obsidian slacks, were skin tight, but stopped at the middle of her thigh. Leather black boots were buckled shut, and reached her knees, were slightly heeled, adding two inches to her heigh of 5'8, making her 5'10. Strapped around her waist, was a sword, that was the length of her own arm, only the hilt was revealed. Simple, yet elegant, the hilt was ingraved with some onyx and ruby stones. The black sheathe, had elven ingravings, "Slytha súndavar," ingraved with golden strings. Across her back was a mahogony bow, and the arrows were made of oak, raven feathers, and the tip was made of stygian iron.

The female's hips moving hypnoticly as she looked around with her emerald hues, a beautific smile curling her rose shaded lips, as she nodded, and waved to some of the townspeople. Stopping to talk with the town Mayor, Horst, laughing at a joke he told. Waving him away as he apparntly said he had something to do, she walked off, to the entrance of the town. She seemed to have noticed the townspeople as they ran inside their houses, leaving only Brom and herself outside.

She was confused until she saw who was at the entrance.

Well that's it~ :D!

Eragon: Then whats up with all the words at the bottom?

Me: W-Words? Ahahahahah! You most be kidding!-Sweatdrop.-

Brom: _ Dont be a jerk! We know you have more

Me: Yea yeaT.T'. ANYWAY! I could have totally left it here, but I went all: NU! They'd hate me :P~! xD So yea... Back to typing! :O~!

Galbatorix. And he looked PISSED.

ERAGONA POV:

Eragon gulped. Father looked PISSED as all hell! She was doomed! She was late! She had been late by a week, he was going to KILL HER! Noticing Brom, the damned storyteller, from the corner of her eye, she sent him a pleading look, only to watch as a smirk curled his lips. Gritting her teeth, she walked up to Galbatorix, looking up at the 6'3 man in fright.

Galbatorix would be handsome, if it wasn't for the look in his scarlet eyes. Midnight locks were tied up in a ponytail, and a diagonal scar crossed over his handsome features. Black leather adorned the mans legs and torso, and a obsidian cape was clasped near his neck, and the hood pulled up over his head. The eyes however, simply demanded attention. Ruby, outlined with onyx, and sparkling with malice, the hues zeroed in on his adopted daughter, a sneer curling his lips upwards.

Stopping infront of him, Eragon placed her hand over her waist, her spine bending as she bowed, her eyes never leaving her fathers, only to be straightened when he grasped her throat, pulling her to him, and staring hard at her.

Gasping for air, Galbatrix grinned in malice at the look of surprise taking over the girls features.

Leaning to her ear, he hissed, "Your late, Eragona, by a week! What have you been doing?" The last words coming out in a growl, he threw her to the ground, his leg shooting out to kick her stomach, causing the girl to cough.

"I'm sorry, Father! I didn't mean to, I lost track of-" her sentence cut off as a hand shot out to grasp her hair, pulling her up as Galbatorix knelt down to her level, his ruby eyes boring into hers.

"Lost track of time! YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT!" Galbatorix roared, throwing the girl twenty feet back, the ground scratching into her skin.

Eragon braced herself for the landing on the wall, only to blink blurry-eyed as she looked to see the heat source of the man who caught, only to squeak as she gasped, recognizing Brom, his brown eyes glaring at Galbatorix, and herself.

The only thought running through her mind, 'Shit... Two guys angry at me. DAMN! What did I do wrong THIS time?'

Well, there it is, fowks! :D! YOU LIKE! R 'n R! Please .! D:! I need some ideas. Nearly killed me doing this . x. Need a beta, just PM me, I'll forget if it's in comments LOL!

Cya next time!

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